Page 45 of Inevitable

“Yeeeah…” I answered slowly.

“Well, what would you say to coming home with me to The Woodlands for the week?” he asked in a chipper tone.

Stunned, I didn't know what to say. I had told him a few days ago that I had planned to stay on campus for the holiday, and he hadn't even blinked an eye at the news.

“Oh…um, I don't k-“

“I mean, it works out perfect! We get the week together and you get to meet my parents! Come on, it'll be great!”

“Well, Kit…”

“I can pick you up tonight around 5pm. What do you say?” he continued on like I hadn't spoken.

I didn't know what to think about his offer coming out of left field like that. I definitely didn't think we were at a “meet the parents” level in our relationship yet. Maybe he was just trying to be nice and not let me be alone over the break.

“Kit, that's really sweet of you to invite me, but…I don't think that's a good idea,” I apologized meekly.

“Why not?” he snapped lightly, evidently not liking my answer. “You already told me you don't have anywhere to go during the break, and this is the perfect solution.”

“I actually came to terms with it and was kinda looking forward to spending the break alone, doing my own thing…I'm really sorry, it has nothing to do with you, Kit,” I explained.Well…it was half the truth at least.

“So you're actually telling me that you'd rather spend the next week alone than come be with me?” Kit griped, fully annoyed by my decision now.

“It's not about not wanting to see you, I just…”

“Nope. That's okay. I get it. I'll call you when I get back to town. Enjoy your alone time, I guess,” he snipped at me before hanging up.Oookay…that could have gone worse, I guess…

I didn't want to expend any energy worrying over his reaction though. It was way too soon to be introducing me to any of his relatives, or even taking four hour road trips together. We hadn't done anything more than a couple of quick kisses since the messy blowjob I gave him, and I had a feeling that if I had gone with him, he would have expected us to take it a step further. I wasn't prepared for that, nor did I really want it. Maybe eventually, but I wasn't ready. Not by a long shot.

Maybe trying to force things with Kit wasn't fair to either of us, but I'd cross that bridge next week when he returned.

Before I sank into those thoughts too much, there was a knock on my door signaling that Bash was there. I jogged over to open the door and like the beautiful, gift-bringing vision he was, he stood there with food in his outstretched hand. “Did you ever know that you're my hero?” I crooned at him, placing a hand dramatically over my heart.

Bash rolled his eyes and smirked at me, “If you break out into a chorus of “Wind Beneath My Wings”, I will leave you to rot and take the food with me. I shit you not.”

Wow. So rude.

“You're just jealous because I can actually sing, Dupont. Would you like some pepper to go with that salty attitude of yours?” I scoffed at him. He obviously didn't appreciate my wit because he shoved me with his shoulder and stole back the bag of food from me.

“You're mighty cocky there, M&M, but I don't see you putting your money where your mouth is. How about we make a deal? You sing me a song, I'll give you the food,” Bash teased, his eyes glinting with amusement.

I faked a cough and grabbed at my throat. “Oh, you know…Iwould, truly, but my throat…it's a little…” I coughed some more, committed to the drama at that point.

Bash gave me a look dripping with fake sympathy and stepped closer, nodding his head.

“Ooooh, yeah…that sounds bad. You know, you sound like you have a little…bullshit caught in there or something,” he needled me before pouncing on me, getting me in my ticklish spot on the sides of my stomach.

I shrieked in helpless laughter, attempting to pull away, but Bash was relentless. “Holy shit, stop! Bash, you ass! You know I hate being tickled!” I choked out between torturous laughs, finding it hard to take in a deep breath.

“Oh I'm sorry! I couldn't quite make that out…I think your throat's in real bad shape there,” he snickered, unwavering in his ticklish assault.

“Bash, please! Stop! Fuck, I can't breathe!” I laughed even harder, trying to suck in air and ultimately dropping to the floor to get away from his devious hands.

Bash followed me down, tickling me harder for a few more seconds as I snorted out more laughter in a terribly unattractive manner. Finally, I tapped him hard on his thigh a few times and he relented, laughing almost as hard as I was.

“You…are such…a dick,” I chuckled out between gasping breaths, trying to get my breathing back under control. Bash just laughed some more.

“Eh, but you love me anyway,” he grinned mischievously, locking eyes with me.

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